Asking About Longevity: Chapter 578 human trafficker

Chapter 578 Human Traffickers

Mo Hua said excitedly: "The sword is transformed into a sword with spiritual thoughts? How? What does the sword that is formed look like? How is it driven by spiritual thoughts?"

Huang Shanjun looked complicated, "How do I know..."

I am the one who was killed by the ‘Sword of Divine Thought’, not the one who killed people with ‘Sword of Divine Thought’…

Mo Hua added: "Isn't it powerful to turn your spiritual thoughts into swords?"

Huang Shanjun nodded, "You can see how depressed I am now after being beheaded..."

Mo Hua glanced at Huangshan Jun and doubted, "You're not very good either..."

How can we explain that "spiritual thoughts turn into swords" is powerful?

Huangshan Jun was embarrassed and said, "This time, that time!"

“Back then! I was a tiger! I had the final say on this mountain!”

“It’s just that I made a mistake, had evil intentions in my heart, and ruined my moral conduct. That’s why I am so unbearable. I am defeated in your hands, and I am defeated by the tiger..."

Mo Hua frowned, his eyes dangerous.

Huang Shanjun immediately swallowed the words "being bullied by a dog".

  It cannot be said that the tiger was bullied by the "dog"...

This little monk is quite capable, at least he is only a "little tiger" or a "little evil tiger"...

 The “human-eating” little evil tiger…

Can you not provoke it, or don’t provoke it...

Mo Hua still didn’t believe it, “Were you really powerful before?”

 “That’s natural…”

Mo Hua thought: "This is the boundary of the second-grade small state of Qianzhou. No matter how powerful you are, you are only a second-grade mountain god. How powerful can you be?"

 “You don’t understand this…I used to…”

Mr. Huangshan had a long and narrow face and looked conceited. But halfway through his words, he stopped and said with an embarrassed smile:

 “…really just a second-grade mountain god…”

Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.

 Hongshan Jun was stared at by the ink painting and felt guilty. He stared at the sky and pretended that nothing happened.

Mo Hua thinks it is a big problem, but now it has softened and cannot be cruel, and it is a mountain **** after all, so it cannot be too rude.

 Ink painting is still more concerned about "spiritual thoughts turning into swords"...

“What does a sword cultivator who can turn spiritual thoughts into swords look like? Do you know his name?”

Mr. Huangshan shook his head, "I don't know. I only remember that he was dressed in white, as elegant as an immortal, and that terrifying sword intent. As for what he looked like, I didn't dare to take a closer look. What was his name, and I didn't dare to ask... "

 “What sect is that?”

  Mr. Huangshan still shook his head.

Mo Hua was helpless and glanced at Huangshan Jun with disgust, "Why don't you know anything?"

  Huangshanjun was very helpless.

what can I do?

I was cut off with a sword, and I couldn't avoid that person. I dared to ask questions.

“The sword cultivator in white clothes kills the evil mountain god…”

Mo Hua can only write down this clue, and then find a way to check it after joining the sect.

 Let's see if we can find out the person who "turns spiritual thoughts into swords", find out the method of "turning spiritual thoughts into swords", and master the method of releasing spiritual consciousness and manifesting it into swords...

In this way, if you encounter some evil spirit, or a spiritual mind like Huangshan Jun, you can turn your spiritual consciousness into a sword and kill it with one sword...

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

Huangshan Jun immediately shuddered.

It didn’t know what was going on in Mo Hua’s little head, but without thinking about it, he knew it was definitely not a good thing, and it might still be a terrible thing...

Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel so cold on my neck...

"Little sir..." Mr. Huangshan showed an extremely kind and even flattering smile, "It's cool in the mountains. You should rest early. You'll be on your way early tomorrow morning..."

 It wants to send this little ancestor away as soon as possible...

 “I’m not sleepy!” Mo Hua said.

 There is a Taoist monument in the sea of ​​consciousness, so even if he doesn't sleep, he doesn't feel sleepy.

 Jun Huangshan feels bitter in his heart.

Little ancestor, you should be sleepy for a while.

Aren't you sleepy? This long night is so long and I'm having a hard time...

Mo Hua still has many things on his mind.

For example, how can one become a mountain god? What are the good karma?

If the mountain **** gives birth to evil spirits, will he become an evil god? Why eat incense? Why should we be worshiped?

Etc., etc…

　　It was still early before dawn, and Mo Hua wanted to catch Huangshan Jun and ask questions one by one. But just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly startled and looked outside the door.

Huang Shanjun was a little surprised when he saw the strange appearance of the ink painting.

 After a moment, he was also stunned.

 “Someone is coming outside…”

Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Huangshan looked stunned.

It now understands that the spiritual consciousness of this little monk must be of great importance.

 In his own mountain world, he can actually sense the movement of wind and grass earlier than himself.

 “Have to hide for a while…”

Huangshan Jun glanced at Mo Hua weakly and asked Mo Hua for his opinion.

Mo Hua nodded, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned into a wisp of white smoke. The smoke curled into the mountain **** statue.

The ink painting wiped away the warm fire array on the ground, and also used the Water Step, "walked" vertically along the wall to the beam, and hid behind the huge but half-broken beam. He used the Stealth Technique to hide well. With.

 After a while, subtle footsteps sounded outside the temple.

Even though the sound of footsteps was suppressed, it was still clearly audible in the silent mountain night, especially in the perception of ink paintings.

Two strange monks hid outside the temple door, lowered their bodies, and peered into the temple. At the same time, they released their spiritual consciousness and glanced around. Then they lowered their guard and said to the back:

 “Brother, there is no one in the temple…”

Some people spoke one after another from behind.

 “It’s too late and the bird path is too difficult to walk on…”

 “I’ve been tired for a few days…”

 “Take a rest in the temple for a while…”

 “Tiger bless you…”

 “The head is on your own head, your life is in your own hands, tiger bless you!”

 …

 A group of people walked into the ruined temple chattering.

Mo Hua peeked through the gap between the beams and took advantage of the moonlight to see that the ruined temple was bustling with people, and there were more than ten people.

Most of them are monks in the early stage of foundation building.

 There were people holding knives, some with swords, and a few people pushing a mountain cart. There were several storage boxes on the cart, and I didn’t know what was in the boxes.

The current monk is wearing green clothes and a sword. He is middle-aged and looks elegant.

　　Seems to be the leader of the group.

 Although his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, he is obviously deeper than others, and his footwork is also very methodical.

Mo Hua heard others call him "Boss Jiang".

Boss Jiang entered the temple, looked around, nodded and said:

“After traveling day and night, brothers are all tired, so we rest in the temple. We will go on the road again tomorrow morning to deliver the goods. We can also save some spiritual stones and live more relaxedly..."

His voice is gentle and refined.

 The other monks also nodded, put down their luggage, found a clean place in the temple, and sat down cross-legged.

Some people took out dry food and ate it, some drank wine to relieve their fatigue, and some people may have been extremely sleepy and lay down to sleep.

There were also a few people talking in low voices, while Mo Hua listened with his ears perked up.

 “Boss, how many days are left…”

 “Three or four days’ journey…”

 “How much can you earn?”

 “Don’t think so much, wait until you get it…”

"other people…"

 “It’s just us…”

 …

　A few people chatted for a long time.

Mo Hua was a little confused when he heard it. He didn't know what they were talking about. He was about to listen again when suddenly the expression on Boss Jiang's face changed.

 “That’s not right!”

 Hearing this, the other monks looked shocked.

 “Boss, what’s wrong?”

"What happened?"

Boss Jiang stood up, slowly looked around, and said with a sharp look, "There is someone here!"

 Ink painting is a little surprised.

Everyone in the ruined temple was even more shocked. They stood up one after another, released their spiritual consciousness, scanned carefully, and then frowned.

 “Boss, no one…”

Boss Jiang wiped the ground with his hand and looked alertly, "The ground is still warm. Apparently there are monks who took warmth here not long ago..."

 He looked around again and found the leftover potato peels that Mo Hua had eaten.

He pinched the skin of the potato with a puzzled look on his face.

 Suddenly someone exclaimed, “Boss, look!”

Hearing the sound, Boss Jiang immediately walked over and followed the man's pointing. He saw that there were horizontal and vertical lines on the ground, as if someone had just painted them...

Boss Jiang's heart trembled, "Is this...formation?!"

　　Then his gentle eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he said sternly: "Everyone is on alert!"

All the monks present felt sleepy and drew out their swords one after another, using their spiritual power. Their expressions were extremely solemn.

 But after a while, there was still no sound in the ruined temple.

　　Whether they looked at it with the naked eye or perceived it with their spiritual consciousness, they found no trace.

Someone hesitated and said: "Boss, could I have made a mistake..."

Boss Jiang frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

“No, the formation has just been wiped out, and there is still residual warmth, indicating that someone stayed in this ruined temple not long ago...”

"In these desolate mountains and ridges, the mountains are desolate and the roads are far away. There is only this ruined temple. That person will not leave. He probably saw that there are many of us, so he hid..."

 “Or maybe… they’re ambushing us…”

 The other monks all looked stern.

 “Boss, what should I do?”

Boss Jiang pondered for a moment, then looked at the ruined temple and said loudly: "Where is my Taoist friend, why don't you show up and see me?"

 “Meeting each other means being destined…”

“You and I have no grievances, and we will not do you any harm. We meet on a barren mountain and make friends…”

 …

Mr. Jiang’s words were polite, but his ink paintings were unmoved.

How can he know whether this group of people is good or bad?

Boss Jiang’s mouth was worn out. Seeing that there was still no movement around him, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice:

“This fellow Taoist, if you don’t know how to praise me, don’t blame me for being rude...”

“After I demolish this ruined temple, smash this idol, and raze this place to the ground, I’ll see where you can hide...”

 Demolished the temple?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked down, and saw Huangshan Jun parasitizing in the statue, with a sullen look on his face, but he was helpless.

It is now in dire straits and cannot deal with this group of foundation-building monks at all.

If the gates and courtyards are demolished and the clay sculptures in which they live are destroyed, the foundation will be broken.

 Ink painting doesn’t matter.

The mountain is so big and the night is so deep. Even if the temple is demolished, he can still run away. But Huangshan Jun can outrun the mountain god, but not the temple...

He still has a lot of questions that he wants to ask this down-and-out mountain god.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then removed the concealment technique, and said in a clear voice:

"I `m coming out!"

Boss Jiang was startled when he heard the sound. He thought that the people who dared to stay here in the dark and deep mountains must be experienced monks who are used to walking at night.

 But why does this voice sound so childish?

Before he could recover, he saw a young monk jumping down from the beam. He had a small body, a handsome face, and an innocent expression. Boss Jiang was stunned, then felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but ask:

 “Are you a human or a ghost?”

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Are you the ghost?"

Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mo Hua's voice and appearance were flexible and vivid. He really didn't look like a ghost, but a living little monk.

 But then, he frowned again, "Are you alone?"

Of course Mo Hua would not say that he was alone, he would only say:

"I got separated from my master, brother and sister. I will rest in the ruined temple for the time being and I will go find them tomorrow."

 There is a teacher…

Boss Jiang frowned slightly, but didn’t take it to heart.

 But there was one thing that made him very puzzled, so he said in a deep voice:

“Why can’t we find you when we enter?”

 Ink painting is straightforward and confident:

"how could I know?"

"You can't find me, shouldn't you find the reason in yourself?"

“Is it because of insufficient cultivation, weak spiritual consciousness, or insufficient vigilance?”

“What does it have to do with having a child like me?”

 A group of people's faces turned red with shame and anger when Mo Hua said this, but they seemed unable to refute.

 They seem to have only themselves to blame for their incompetence...

 You can’t blame this kid for hiding it well...

Seeing that they were so "self-aware", Mo Hua nodded slightly.

 A big man approached Mr. Jiang, moved his lips slightly, and said in a very thin voice:

"what to do?"

"Do you want…"

 The big man's eyes were slightly cold, and his hand was a knife.

His movements were very small and his voice was very soft, but Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was strong and he still heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice:

 “Don’t worry, let’s take a look at the situation…”

 He was a little confused about the little monk's background and couldn't figure out the identity of this kid.

Boss Jiang frowned and thought, then suddenly his eyes flashed and he asked:

“Little brother, did you draw the formation in this temple?”

 Warming fire array...

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said, "I drew it!"

 boss Jiang was a little surprised, more of a surprise.

 “You can actually draw formations?!”

"Um…"

Boss Jiang's expression immediately softened, and he showed a friendly smile.

 Little monk…

 Be able to draw formations…

That price is extraordinary...

"Put away your swords and don't disturb the little brothers..." Boss Jiang ordered, and then he looked at the ink painting, his voice as gentle as spring breeze and rain.

"We are serious businessmen. We are passing through this place. We are afraid of being robbed and losing both our lives and property, so we are a little too vigilant. Don't blame me, little brother..."

 Mo Hua nodded, indicating that he didn’t mind.

 Inwardly, I curled my lips.



Boss Jiang asked Mo Hua to sit down and took out some dry food and wild fruits for Mo Hua to eat.

 The ink painting was not eaten.

Boss Jiang didn't mind and asked gently: "Brother, at such a young age, you can actually draw such a level of formation. It's really incredible!"

 This level? The level of the warm fire array?

His flattery did not hit Mo Hua's heart, so Mo Hua only said perfunctorily:

"so so…"

Boss Jiang asked tentatively again: "That little brother, can you draw a first-level formation?"

Mo Hua nodded, "That's right..."

Boss Jiang was overjoyed when he heard this, "My little brother will definitely have a bright future in the future!"

Then he picked up the wine glass and said sincerely: "I will punish myself with a glass of wine to apologize to my little brother for my abruptness and rudeness!"

Boss Jiang drank the wine in one gulp.

Mo Hua also said generously: "It doesn't matter, I don't care."

Boss Jiang said some compliments again, moved his eyes slightly, and asked in a low voice: "I wonder where, little brother, you learned from..."

"My master won't let you say..." Mo Hua said, "However, my master is very powerful. He can draw the third-level formation at will..."

 “My uncle is more powerful, but it’s not convenient for me to tell you...”

Mr. Jiang laughed and thought a little.

 Are you the disciple of the Jindan period...

  A little lower.

 Have talent in formations, but have a below-average education...If I can't blackmail, I can only sell it in another way...

Boss Jiang had made up his mind. He suddenly slapped his head and said in surprise:

 “Your master…”

“On the way here, I seem to have met an expert who said he was looking for his disciple. He said his disciple had extraordinary talent and profound formations. From this point of view, he is very much like my little brother..."

 “This expert may be my little brother’s master!”

Mo Hua silently watched his performance and said expressionlessly:

“Are my senior brothers and sisters here too?”

Jiang Laodaodao: "Yes, there are two disciples, a boy and a girl, beside the master. They are both extraordinary in appearance, and they are both dragons and phoenixes among people..."

 The ink painting pretended to be a "surprise" and said in a flat tone:

“Ah, great, they are my master, my senior sister, and my senior brother!”

Although Boss Jiang felt that the tone of Mo Hua was strange, he had something in his mind and did not notice it for a moment. Instead, he sighed:

 “It’s just a pity that they went the wrong way…”

"Wrong way?" Mo Hua said "surprised".

"Well," Boss Jiang said regretfully, "They went to Qingzhou City and took a long detour. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for them in the mountains."

 Ink Hua looked disappointed.

Boss Jiang looked at the ink painting and made a judgment in his heart.

This child looks smart and cautious enough, but after all, he is a child with little experience, and when it comes to his master, he will be confused if he cares about him.

It is not difficult to deceive with lies...

Jiang Laodaodao: "Your master is an expert, and we have a good relationship. How about this, how about we take you to find your master? We are on the way to Qingzhou City..."

 “Really?” Mo Hua asked expectantly.

“This is natural.” Mr. Jiang laughed amiably.

Mo Hua looked surprised, "That's great, thank you, brothers!"

The eyes in the ink paintings are clear and clean, and as agile as a deer.

Boss Jiang felt relieved and said:

“It’s getting late, let’s take a rest first, and I’ll take you to find your master early tomorrow morning.”

"good!"

Mo Hua nodded expectantly.

 Everyone rested in the ruined temple.

Mo Hua slept quietly, with dark eyelashes and even breathing, just like an ordinary child.

Boss Jiang was in front of the ruined temple, far away from him, talking in a low voice to a few monks.

 “Boss, what is this kid doing?”

 “Knowing formations, the price is good...”

 A monk said: "My spiritual roots are too poor, it's a bit useless..."

Jiang Laodaodao: "What do you know? One handsome man can cover up all ugliness. All he needs to do is know how to form. It's not like he joins a sect and is picky..."

“Before coming here, sir, I made sure to not let us get into trouble...”

 Some people are worried.

"It's just this one, it doesn't matter. One is for sale, two are for sale..." Boss Jiang whispered, "After completing this order, it won't be easy to do it in the future. If you can get more profit and water, you can get more..."

“What’s more, Qianzhou is so big and its forces are complicated.”

 “The inheritance from the Jindan period is nothing…”

 “If a person is lost, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, and you will never find it again in your lifetime...”

 …

Boss Jiang and the others spoke in a low voice.

 The ink painting of "Sleeping Deeply", quietly opened one eye, and knew something about it in his heart.

 These monks are “human traffickers”!

They specialize in "abducting and trafficking monks".

　　Looking kind-hearted, but with a very bad conscience!

In a place of study like Qianzhou where there are many sects, most of the people who are kidnapped and trafficked are young monks like myself.

Either extortion or trafficking.

 Young monks with good spiritual roots and good talents can earn a large amount of spiritual stones whether through extortion or selling.

 There are also some monks who have entered the demonic path and use the monks' flesh, blood, qi sea, spiritual roots, etc. as medicine for refining elixirs.

 The ancestor of the Qian family used human life to refine the "Longevity Transformation Pill".

 And young monks with good talents and pure blood are undoubtedly the best "alchemy guides".

Selling it to a demon cultivator will naturally make a lot of money.

After Mo Hua thought about it, he slowly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

　　It is late at night in the barren mountain, and it is quiet and silent.

 Until daybreak.

 “Little brother, little brother…”

 Someone woke up Mo Hua.

Mo Hua woke up in a daze and rubbed his eyes with his little hands.

Boss Jiang had a smile on his face and said in a friendly voice: "It's dawn, it's time to hit the road. We'll take you to find your master..."

 Looking for Master…

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and felt complicated, but he still said with a smile on his face: "Okay!"

 Everyone packed their bags and got ready to set off.

At this moment, Huangshanjun’s whisper came from the clay sculpture:

“Little sir, be careful, they are not good people...”

 It is a spiritual thought, and what it says can only be heard by Mo Hua.

"I know..." Mo Hua nodded, and then waved to the clay sculpture in the main hall of the ruined temple, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you when I'm free..."

 Other monks were a little confused when they saw this.

 But I thought that Mo Hua was a child, and some children have normal temperaments, so I didn’t take it to heart.

 On the clay sculpture, white smoke turns into the face of Huangshan Jun.

It smiled coquettishly at the ink painting.

 But there is pain in my heart that I cannot express:

 “Don’t…don’t come back to see me, I don’t want to see you again…”

After packing up, Mo Hua followed Boss Jiang and the others, leaving the ruined temple and walking towards Qingzhou City in the distance, covered with morning glow.

This is also the only way to go to Qianxue Prefecture, and ink painting happens to be on the way.

Huang Shanjun watched them leave silently, feeling a little worried.

"These dozen monks have suffered bad consequences, but they are not good deeds..."

“Is this little monk going to be okay?”

Huang Shanjun frowned and was suddenly startled.

These monks are not good people, but this little monk seems to be... even less good?

Which little monk would think about "eating" the mountain god? !

Huang Shanjun looked silent, looking at the ink paintings strutting among the "human traffickers" in the distance. For a moment, he didn't know who to worry about...

 (End of this chapter)